The Darkening Days

Prologue: Case 1, The Glove Family

Thursday night, September 15th

I glance around the empty road, A street light flickers as I walk, trying to understand where I am. What happened? I thought I was at work? The normal chatting and echoing feet all around me to dead silence.

The breeze hits me as I continue looking around for some sign of life. I approach another light, this one more stable than the other illuminating warmth, as I stop finally seeing a clear picture. At the end of my block, there's this overly large house, a pair of rocking chairs on the porch owned by an elder couple only a few houses away from mine.

I head that way, jogging as the wind picks up, eyeing the area that my house will be. A wide smile goes on my face as I stop looking around, making sure it's the right house. The street light by my house was also illuminating warmth, making me forget how oddly cold it is outside.

"Anthony?" someone calls out. I turn to the noise. Hearing footsteps approach,

"Hello?" I call out, waiting for the person to show up from the darkness behind me

"Its dangerous here," the Person says, still somewhere in the shadows.

I scan the area more, but no one is around. Quickly looking back up to my house, the light flickers inside.

"It's starting," the person calls again, still not visible, but their steps continue to echo.

Looking around one last time, I head to my house, quickly pulling out the house keys. "Your fate is sealed if you go in there," the person says again, louder than before.

"What do you mean. explain" I yell out turning again my back to the door as I finally see the figure. "You will know soon," the person says again. Trying to read their movements, the person's body was wearing all black with a hoodie. There face not visible as I get my keys and unlock it quickly.

Locking it back up, I head to the window, eyeing the figure who stands in the middle of the road, who now points to my sons room. "Tyler? Mom?" I call out, heading up the stairs quickly.

Knocking on my son's door, his light flickers more as I open it, smelling something rotten as the door goes wider. The lights dim as I look around. Tyler lies on his bed, laptop out, playing a video. He turns to my direction, in my mind its telling me to run, but why?

The smell became overpowering as I step in, I look around the room for the source of the smell but nothing, the lights flicker again as they got redder illuminating the room, "Tyler?" I question turning to where he was, but he's gone.

"Daddy look" his voice calls out behind me. The lights flicker more as I slowly turn. The smell increases as I do. Red liquid falls from Tyler's mouth. His hands are red, holding something. "I did it Daddy, Aren't you happy?"

"Anthony" someone calls.

I stare helpless as Tyler's smile grew. His eyes raise up too me. His normal blue eyes are dilated I back away, "Daddy?" He questions, turning his head.

"Don't you like it?" Tyler glances down at his hands. More liquid falls to the floor as I look down slowly.

"Wake up," someone yells

"Huh," jumping up liquid falls as I look around, "damn man, do you want overtime?"

"Wha. what?" Looking at my space, I am back at work, the distant chattering and echoing foot steps fall to my ears as I get up, wiping the falling liquid from my face. "Do you want overtime?" Someone questions as I meet their gaze, shaking my head. "no" I say back grabbing my stuff. "You ok there, Anthony?" Someone asks as I start to walk away. "Yeah just. a bad dream," I say back, walking to the elevator.